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ARK! I hear the tramp of thousands,

And of arméd men the hum;

Lo! a nation's hosts have gathered

Round the quick alarming drum—

Saying, "Come,

Freemen, come!

Ere your heritage be wasted," said the quick alarming drum.

"Let me of my heart take counsel:

War is not of Life the sum;

Who shall stay and reap the harvest

When the autumn days shall come?"

But the drum

Echoed, "Come!

Death shall reap the braver harvest," said the solemn-sounding drum.